Alehandra Peters had always been good at noticing things other people overlooked.
It was a skill that made her valuable in business negotiations, political alliances, and the complicated social world of elite families. Observation was power. Information was leverage. Most people relied on charm or authority to control a situation. Alehandra relied on awareness.
She trusted patterns. She trusted details. She trusted silence more than words.
Which was why the events of the previous night were still turning carefully in her mind the next morning.
She sat at the long breakfast table in the Walker penthouse, a tablet resting beside her untouched coffee.
Across from her, Kendrick Walker skimmed through several business reports on his phone.
At least, that was what it looked like.
Alehandra watched him quietly.
Because Kendrick had been staring at the same page for nearly three minutes.
"You're doing it again," she said calmly.
Kendrick blinked and looked up.
"Doing what?"
